full moon musings
and śiśira, the indian pre-spring season has arrived.
cold still lingers in the wind, unseen
and feebly buffets the lining of our skin.
laden with memories of this winter past
and dreams of coming
i let myself to just be. languid and wistful.
knowing, the moon, full and restful,
is musing in the sky too.
. . .
monday nightfall
the twentyfifth
māgha
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